Saturday, October 18, 2014

Photo Blog Series 24

The Lexington Minuteman representing John Parker
The fourth kiss
She probed him to it
He wasn't up for it
She tried one last time
But no thoughts rhymed

As she whined
He changed his mind
Kissed the rifle
And that was the price

But her, he missed
So once more he kissed
She felt it, she felt him
Joy filled to its brim

She loves him to bits
In his arms she merrily fits
The fourth kiss